As I sit here waiting for our flight to EWR, I’m struck by how Paris has a way of changing your rhythm. It happened the first time I came. We arrived as fast-paced New Jerseyans and left as people who appreciate a slow, rainy morning and a 13-minute stroll to see world-class art. When the automated passport system went down, we were placed in orderly lines and people appeared from everywhere to keep the lines moving. Still with smiles, efficiency and “ merci beaucoup”.

It is said you leave a piece of yourself in Paris, but I think it’s the other way around—you take a piece of Paris with you. I’m taking back the inspiration that helped me finally finish my writing, the echoes of Marvin Gaye playing in a neighborhood bistro, the beautiful jazz in the hotel lobby and the reminder that a simple smile and a “merci” can bridge any language gap. I am glad I decided on taxis/ Uber. I loved being whisked around the Paris scenery

We may have walked 68,877 steps, but the real journey was in the quiet moments: the view of the Eiffel Tower from the banks of the Seine, the view of Paris from the Eiffel Tower and the kindness of strangers who made us feel right at home. I agree with the Parisians- no building taller than the Eiffel tower and none within the city limits of Paris which can be seen in panoramic view from the tower.

I think we’ll always have Paris. But for now, it’s time to head back across the Atlantic, refreshed, productive, and perhaps just a little bit more romantic, grateful and hopeful than when we arrived.

Au revoir, Paris. It was a dream a dream come true and you didn’t disappoint.